Yeah that makes sense. I remember back at my old apartment. I walked to the store with my mom. When I was in line this guy had 2 six packs of beer and he was close to the door. He jetted out the door and I dropped my things and went after him. Early in the chase I fell and skidded my chin.I looked up and started running irregardless of the condition of my chin.I ran after him and tackled him from behind and brought him down face first.